Page 105 of The Nightmare Before Kissmas
First, the Christmas décor kink.
Now, daddy.
i am not going to call you that
i mean i have my fair share of daddy issues
but i am not going to call you that
And all he texts back,the only thing he fucking texts back,is:
HEX
Hm. We’ll see.
This guy
Will kill me.
He only says like a handful of words at a time and somehow they’re as pointed and achingly hot as everything else he does.
I pace up and down the hall because not moving will make everything inside of my body shake up like a champagne bottle.
Okay, I can’t take this.
I push open the door and I’m hit with a fist of glacial wind. “Iris! Hex!” I nod back into the hall. “You guys about done?”
Hex’s whole face is red now. His tone in text was suave confidence but thank god, honestly, that he’s as riled up as I am because I know I’m beet red too.
Hex and Iris eye the group around them, the reporters. I have no idea how long they’ve been at this, but Iris smiles at the group, all geniality.
“I believe we are,” she says. “Thank you for joining us. We will see you at dinner, yes?”
I bounce on the balls of my feet.Get the fuck in here.
She shuffles Hex away, giving me a tight eyeroll none of the court can see. Hex sees it, though, and he stifles a smile to the ground as I hold the door open for them.
They slip inside and Hex shivers, head to toe.
“Please do not take this personally,” he says, “but I am very tired of this element of Christmas.”
Iris moans her agreement and kisses my cheek. “My savior. I had no idea what we were supposed to be doing, honestly. A winter walk? When it’swell below freezing? Who organized this?”
I don’t care, my brain is so laser-focused on my phone in my hand, on Hex being two feet from me, on the wound-up tension trying to rip its way out of my stomach.
But the rest of their group heads for this door. And we’re in a hallway in broad daylight and Ican’t touch himso I have to stand here, willing this need to fizzle out.
His lips pulse in a soft smile, his eyes holding on mine in unspoken understanding.
He looks down at his phone again, quickly types something, then stuffs it into his pocket.
Mine vibrates.
HEX
I really don’t care what you call me.
As long as you say it in that way where you moan a little.
